A young copilote is insulted by two punks. One of them hits him with a glass bottle. He has the risk to lose his right eye.
But the story is not exactly about assault.
Or, more precise, it is a small piece of a larger circle called family. His grandfather, his relatives, his friends, the gifts compensating, in a sort of form, the long absence. Each of them as ingredient of a confession to the medic .
The axis of film - the regrets. And a sort of humility after the expressions of pride, gesture of selfishness, the way far by his roots.
A film about dreams becoming reality and the moment when you discover the high price pretendet by this metamorphosis.
But the story is not exactly about assault.
Or, more precise, it is a small piece of a larger circle called family. His grandfather, his relatives, his friends, the gifts compensating, in a sort of form, the long absence. Each of them as ingredient of a confession to the medic .
The axis of film - the regrets. And a sort of humility after the expressions of pride, gesture of selfishness, the way far by his roots.
A film about dreams becoming reality and the moment when you discover the high price pretendet by this metamorphosis.